972/Demonic Donut-Fest

Demonic Donut-Fest
Date of Scene:	15 June 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Nightcrawler, 183

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Nightcrawler has posed:
This is the City. It is a place like no other in the world. One block may be filled with sights, sounds and smells of a far-flung part of the world, while the next is all, 100% ... something else.

Summer's come with a passion, the degree days are climbing, and while those in the outlying areas have the benefit of trees and shade, those in the 'concrete jungle' have only air conditioning to find their ease. The sun is going down over the Hudson, and the lights of the City are coming alive. It's tourist season now, and in the Village? There are things to do galore.

Like donuts.

Yes, donuts.

There is a festival dedicated to the delights of the 'simple' pastry, and out along the shops there are signs of encouragement, no, exhortation that one simply MUST come in and try one of the delights known as 'donut'. There are all manners of fruit donuts, seeded donuts, filled, unfilled, alcohol laced, alcohol filled... where imagination has taken the baker, there follows the dessert.

Kurt, then, is stopped on the sidewalk, a donut speared at the tip of his tail with some brown filling just beginning to ooze down the spade. He's dressed in 'summer' clothes; t-shirt which shows off some of his toned muscle, jeans and sneakers (specially designed for him). He's slouched slightly and handing over tickets in exchange for some white and brown covered round, holed donut, a laugh sounding in his tones as he speaks to the proprietor. "It is the one thing that ties souls together. The love of sugar. Danke.. und if I might bother you for a napkin?" Or three..

Luminitsa (183) has posed:
Out of the neighboring shop walks a young woman with bright red hair and a donut in her hand. Chocolate dough, chocolate icing and chocolate-raspberry-rum filling. The sounds of the small heels on her boots make a very faint clicking sound as she walks.

For those keen to such things, there's something off... something dark but suppressed about her. Something demonic. Something held in check by her own will and the wards engraved on the necklaces that hang from her neck. "Thanks, Steve. I'll see you this evening."

The call for napkin has Lumi turning her attention from the man she was waving too who seems absolutely smitten to Kurt. "Here." She holds the napkins her own donut came with out to him. "There's only two but ... I never let any of this one drip so I don't need them."

Does his physical appearance shock her? The girl runs a bar called Hell... No. Not it doesn't.

Nightcrawler has posed:
The napkins are being pulled out of the dispenser one at a time, and featureless yellow, (are they glowing?) eyes watch with a hint of a good-natured, genuine smile playing on his lips. "If I thought you had some of those wet towels, I would ask for that, because it is almost impossible to get frosting out of the fuzz." But, he'll more than make due with dry napkins, he swears! Kurt has them all balled up in a three-fingered hand as he turns about, ready to munch on the one in his other hand.

Courtesy and manners wins the day, and Kurt doesn't actually acknowledge the near Lumi with a mouthful of pastry. "Oh.. I couldn't take half of your napkins. You cannot begin to predict what they will do." He nods his head to the one that she's holding, "Fillling. It has a mind of it's own at times." He ruefully bounces his tail slightly as if to underscore his words. The three-foot fuzzy tail is set close at hand, such that should he require it, he can pull the donut off.

"But thank you, Fraulein..." and the hesitation speaks volumes in the request for a name.

Luminitsa (183) has posed:
"Luminitsa," is offered with a smile. "And it's chocolate raspberry rum filling... Unless it falls on the ground, there's no where I won't lick it from so they aren't needed. Which is what I tried to tell Steve when he handed them to me and insisted I take them incase chocolate fell on my ... He never finished the sentence, actually." The redhead smirks.

A brow arches at him. "I can get some water if that will help," she nods towards his tail. "And maybe a paper plate?" She can't help but laugh a little, the sound dark and rich and husky and almost seeming out of place with her.

Nightcrawler has posed:
"...Luminitsa," Kurt finishes. As he does so, there is something of a bow performed, though he does keep his tail close. Donut and all. "I'm Kurt," once he is somewhat straightened again, he's got his air of humor about him. Quirking his head as she continues, he does laugh. "A true donut fan, then. I too stop at licking it up off the floor. But, I will probably wipe up a table rather than lick it. So..." A shrug lifts his shoulders at the finish, and he gestures with a nod forward.

"I think I can hold out until I get home with a wet towel. I am hoping I will need a shower to get all the sugar off. I have only begun." Kurt looks down the road, the donut festival stretching for blocks. "Have you visited down there yet?" A sugar-dusted finger points in the direction of the festival, and he continues, "Und would this 'Steve' take offense if I escorted you? Sharing a sweet is better than doing that alone."

Luminitsa (183) has posed:
"Depends on how recently I cleaned the table? Have you ever tried a chocolate-raspberry-rum filled donut?" Clearly a favored for the young woman. "Although... Staying until a shower is needed sounds like an absolutely fantastic idea!" She turns to look the way he points and then shakes her head. "Nope! Not yet!"

Looking back up at him, she smiles and tears off a piece of her donut, making sure to get some the filling too which is held out to him. "Possibly but I'm sure his wife would appreciate it," is said with a wink. "And it's a pleasure to meet you, Kurt."

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt looks at the young lady for a long moment before he breaks off a piece of his own; death by chocolate, and an exchange is offered. The piece is graciously accepted, and he's now working with two halves. Finally, after only a second's hesitation, the half chocolate donut is popped into his mouth, and but for a couple of chocolate crumbs, is eaten successfully. "There.. problem solved. Und I would wish all life's problems would be so easy to handle!"

Dark eyebrows rise upon a blue face, but he doesn't say anything to comment; harmless, ja? A grand gesture is made before him, and he continues, "Sweets await. Und it is my pleasure."

It's only a couple of small shops to pass before the next donut fare can be had, and it's in those few steps that Kurt makes conversation. "Are you from the City?"

Luminitsa (183) has posed:
Another laugh comes from Lumi at the exchange and she takes a bite of what was offered to her. Her lips are licked and she nods. "That's certainly one way to do it!"

The gesture makes her grin and she falls into step next to him. "Not really from here at all actually..." She works very hard to hide her accent... For a moment, however, she lets it drop and it becomes painfully clear that she's Romanian. "But I've lived here for quite a while. I run Afterlife."

Another bite of donut and when it's swallowed her head tilts. "What about you?" Clearly not American native but...

Nightcrawler has posed:
The chocolate donut is enjoyed, but not to the point of savored. There are more treats that lie beyond! Like.. the half a donut given. One bite, chewed and swallowed, and the second makes quick work of it, down to the licking of his three fingers. He cants his head again, and his tail twitches as if to remind the owner that there is indeed one more donut to be had. "Not right now," is given in response to the tail, and the appendage tucks back a little once again. "I am sorry," this time, he's addressing Lumi, "It has a mind of its own at times.

"Now," Kurt continues, back on track, "You have a lovely accent. You should not hide such a thing." He looks beside him, at her, then forward at the street, gauging the crowds, watching as some part as if the Red Sea. "Bavaria. Germany. But I have been here long enough to call this home." Where ever 'this' may be.

"Oh? Afterlife? Was ist das? Is it a restaurant? A club? Bar? A bakery with delightful confections?" That last bit is given a little theatrically; he doesn't think he'd be quite so lucky!

Luminitsa (183) has posed:
Luminitsa eyes dance and sparkle and seem to shimmer red for just a moment before she smirks and nods her head. "Oh, that's perfectly fine," is given with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I can't say I'd blame it. Getting all sticky as that poor donut grows stale." She's teasing him.

"That depends on which part you favor, actually. The entire building is called Afterlife. The cafe on top is Heaven. The bookstore on the main floor is Purgatory and the bar in the basement is Hell." Her eyes cut over to him and she smiles. "You should come by some time. I'm sure there's something there that can satisfy you."

And yes, she's letting her accent show.

Nightcrawler has posed:
The reddish hint that rises in those eyes might have the fuzz on the back of Kurt's neck rising, but if it does, he's not showing any reaction. If anything, his humor and good nature remains through, listening intently to the explanation of 'Afterlife'. "I think I would like a coffee from Heaven. Hell does not sound like a place I would enjoy. It is the absence of joy, true joy, und I would not wish to be separated thusly." He grins soon after, showing only a touch of the sharpened teeth. His tones take a softly teasing sound as he continues, his words considering, "Purgatory, well.. I suppose reading would be a way to spend it. Though, I would think that an invitation from a friend from the cafe would be welcome."

Luminitsa (183) has posed:
Lumi laughs. "Hell's not so bad. I can mix up an absolutely heavenly drink for you. Anything you can dream of." It's a point of pride for Luminitsa really. "If you'd rather a latte and a pastry from Heaven though, I'll happily cater." She winks over at him before taking another bite.

One more bite after that and the donut is finished. "You are, of course, always welcome should you want to pop in." Oh, if only she knew how literally he could take those words. "So! Favorite kind of donut?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
"I think a latte und a pastry would be perfect." At those words, Kurt's tail sneaks back around to hold up the speared donut once again. This time, the appendage's owner sighs in mock surrender and takes hold of the oozing donut and unspears it. "I would love to try one of your own pastries. Are you looking to buy from these other places, perhaps?" His pace is casual; a stroll. "I would offer half, but..." It was on his TAIL. "Some people are funny, und we've only just met."

Just in case, he does tear it in half; another chocolate 'surprise' but with a thick kahlua filling. Coffee and chocolate.

"I would not simply pop in." Kurt begins again, though he's got that sidelong look, a gleam in those yellow eyes, "Not until I've seen it first." One of the drawbacks to his teleporting. "After, I'll drop in."

As they approach the next stand, it is a delight of fresh fruits; more tarts than donuts. Lemon, apple, peach, blueberry.. "Right now?" The smile turns back into a grin, "All of them. When I am done for the day und I am lying in bed, I'll think back, and perhaps I will find a favorite. Until then?" He lowers his voice to something a little conspiratorial, however, and he continues, "I am always a fan of Boston's cream." Beat. "Und du?"

Luminitsa (183) has posed:
"All of our pastries are made in house, actually. The previous owner taught me how to make everything when I first started working there. She'd come back to haunt me if I started having things brought in. I just know it." And she sounds so serious about it.

There's a bright laugh. "Your tail doesn't bother me in the least, Kurt, I assume you." He should see her other half. "Maybe we'll end the day with a trip to Afterlife then, hm?"

When they come to stop, her eyes flick to the man and then back to Kurt before looks back at the man, her smile faltering. "Uuhh... Ch-chocolate..." It's said, distractedly, to Kurt as she takes a step back and the red in her eyes flashes a little brighter this time. "I... I need to.."

Something about the man... Whatever she's seeing... "Excuse me, I'll just be..." She points vaguely in the direction past this particular stop and then she's moving. Because she has to get away from the human.

Nightcrawler has posed:
"Haunting is no good. Perhaps she should stay in the bar?" Kurt is still teasing, but there is that part of him that perhaps he's a little earnest about it? Maybe? He did break the donut apart, and in half, and as he's holding out the bit of pastry, they're stopping.

It's obvious that she's distracted, that there is something amiss. Kurt takes a step forward, in that moment to interject himself between she and that which is bothering her, the donut dropped and soon enough forgotten. He looks back at her, ducks his head, and holds out his hand in order to go with her. "Come on... we will keep going until you say to stop." When they're out of view, if she's taken his hand, he'll teleport them a little further away, and perhaps closer to her own bar, landing in the shadows.

Luminitsa (183) has posed:
She's shaking and so very hesitant about taking his hand but she does. "Thank you," is whispered with a slight growl to her voice.

The minute they teleport and arrive closer to Afterlife, she stumbles back a step. "You... You need to go..." When she speaks, there's a hint of elongated fangs showing. "You're really sweet... I don't want to... You shouldn't be here right now.. Please..."

She points down the street to a historic brownstone. "Afterlife is just there... I.. I'll be alright. Please..."

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt does go for the shadows, and he is easily enveloped in the darkness, giving the pair a little bit of privacy for that teleport. With a whisper to her ear, "Hold on," they're gone from whatever might have started what seems to be a chain reaction with a *bamf*, appearing on their feet and in (mostly) shadow, with another *bamf* heard as the air fills in rapidly from the hole they'd made in 'the brimstone dimension' (known to Kurt simply as 'Hell'.).

As she stumbles, Kurt is attentive, an arm out to hold her steady. "You are welcome.." but there is concern in his tones, "Do you need me to stay. You cannot harm me," is murmured. "I do not wish anyone harmed, und I can be sure you are also safe." Though, with her explanation, short as it is, about her safety at the Afterlife, Kurt nods his head slowly. "Okay."